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<h1><a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/28863678">Little Gestures</a> by <a class='authorlink' href='https://archiveofourown.org/users/xanam/pseuds/xanam'>xanam</a></h1>

<table class="full">

<tr><td><b>Series:</b></td><td>Jan 2021 Minifics [2]</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Category:</b></td><td>Kingdom Hearts (Video Games)</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Genre:</b></td><td>Cooking, Gen, lea may or may not cause more trouble than hes worth, seasalt family friendship, sora deserves to have fun and i am going to let him, sora makes food for remy and his friends get involved, trinity trio friendship, with a nice helping of heart hotel on the side</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Language:</b></td><td>English</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Status:</b></td><td>Completed</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Published:</b></td><td>2021-01-19</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Updated:</b></td><td>2021-01-19</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Packaged:</b></td><td>2021-05-13 05:48:23</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Rating:</b></td><td>General Audiences</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Warnings:</b></td><td>No Archive Warnings Apply</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Chapters:</b></td><td>1</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Words:</b></td><td>3,000</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Publisher:</b></td><td>archiveofourown.org</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Story URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/works/28863678</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Author URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/users/xanam/pseuds/xanam</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Summary:</b></td><td><div class="userstuff">
              <p>After a hectic food mishap in Toy Box with Donald and Goofy, Sora's determined to show Little Chef what he's learned in the art of fine cuisine. He turns to a few friends in Twilight Town for help.</p>
            </div></td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Relationships:</b></td><td>Donald Duck &amp; Goofy &amp; Sora (Kingdom Hearts), Roxas &amp; Sora &amp; Xion &amp; Lea (Kingdom Hearts)</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Series:</b></td><td>Jan 2021 Minifics [2]</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Series URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/series/2116689</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Comments:</b></td><td>7</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Kudos:</b></td><td>13</td></tr>

</table>

<a name="section0001"><h2>Little Gestures</h2></a>
<div class="story"><div class="fff_chapter_notes fff_head_notes"><b>Author's Note:</b><ul class="associations">
      <li>For <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/Salthat/gifts">Salthat</a>.</li>



    </ul><blockquote class="userstuff">
      <p>So uhh... This is the second 'minific' I was doing that got out of hand 😂 The prompt was around mini food and Remy, but the idea just kept building and building and I couldn't resist putting in some fun trio dynamics! Hope you enjoy! 💕</p>
<p></p><blockquote class="twitter-tweet">
  <p>Sora Kingdom Hearts gets shocked to find out that mini food exists, immediately starts cooking food for Remi the Ratatouille. More at 9!</p>
  <p>— Salthat| OMORI spoilers 💔 (@IceRayjay) <a href="https://twitter.com/IceRayjay/status/1345437155297026049?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">January 2, 2021</a></p>
</blockquote>
    </blockquote></div><div class="userstuff module">
    
    <p>
  <em>
    <span>Squeak.</span>
  </em>
</p><p>
  <em>
    <span>Squeak.</span>
  </em>
</p><p>
  <span>Sora rounds the corner, keyblade in hand. There’s no heartless he recognises that sounds like this, but he’s ready for </span>
  <em>
    <span>anything</span>
  </em>
  <span> right now.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Now that he’s comfortably back home in his own reality and any imminent threats have been dealt with, he, Donald and Goofy have an entire trip planned out visiting worlds they’ve been to before and catching up with all of their friends.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Donald and Goofy are especially eager to let everyone know Sora is okay - apparently, they’d been searching countless worlds alone to find him while he was gone, and their friends are probably worried sick.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Everything had been going smoothly until they reached Deep Jungle, and Sora shivers at the thought. There’s a reason they talk very little about that place nowadays, and they should’ve remembered that and kept away.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>The damp swampland, the air sticky and humid in a way that even the islands can’t match up to, hardly any room to move while fighting… They hadn’t expected the heartless swarm greeting them this time, much stronger than anything else they’d faced on this mostly peaceful victory lap.</span>
</p><p>
  <em>
    <span>Squeak</span>
  </em>
  <span>.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Get ready…” Donald raises his staff, and Sora catches his eye with a nod. He looks forward, rounding the corner on the lookout-</span>
</p><p>
  <em>
    <span>Squeak! Squeak!</span>
  </em>
</p><p>
  <span>Goofy laughs beside them, breaking the tension.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“A-hyuk! Looks like it was just a squeaky toy.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>He walks confidently over towards the offending toy, patting a rather irritated looking purple pig on the back.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Hey, hands off!” The pig grunts, backing off with an offended squeak which sounds hilarious when combined with its deep, rumbling voice. Sora can’t help the laugh that escapes from him, and the pig gives up entirely, shuffling into a corner and out of their way.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“So, no heartless?” Donald looks around with a glare of suspicion, before relinquishing his staff. Sora dismisses his keyblade similarly, resting his arms behind his head.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Guess not! Whew, that’s a relief! I’m </span>
  <em>
    <span>not</span>
  </em>
  <span> fighting anything else today, thanks.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go see if we can find Woody and the others!” Goofy gestures towards the window and breaks out into a run, the other two following suit.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>A pause.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Hey, guys…” Sora looks around. “Where </span>
  <em>
    <span>are</span>
  </em>
  <span> we, anyway? This doesn’t look like Andy’s room.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Donald curses under his breath as he comes to the same realisation.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Aww, phooey… Let’s get looking, then!”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Out of the window they go, before running down the street in search of familiar territory. Other than the (very relieving) lack of heartless, it reminds Sora so much of the first time they came here, and he can’t keep the smile off his face.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“I wonder if our friends got back to the original version of this world…” Goofy mutters to himself, just within earshot. Sora pauses from his spot in the middle of the road to think.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Hmm…”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Distant rumbling in the distance. Donald’s voice suddenly rings out in a panicked squawk.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Wak! Sora, look out!”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>He spins around and his eyes widen as a car speeds out of nowhere, right towards him.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Whoa, whoa, wait!”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>There’s no time to run out of the way, so he dives for the ground, trying to keep himself as low as possible as it goes right over him. Eventually it’s gone, and he takes a moment to compose himself again.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Guess that answers </span>
  <em>
    <span>that</span>
  </em>
  <span> question…” He grumbles, making his way safely back to the pathway. “Looks like our hearts followed them to the right version, too. I’m </span>
  <em>
    <span>happy</span>
  </em>
  <span> for them, but…” He shudders, and he can hear Donald cackling. “Never again!”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>They continue to walk, still on the lookout for anyone or anywhere they recognise. Other than the occasional car, things have still been strangely silent and they have yet to let their guard down.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Eventually, distant rumbles from off guard catch their attention, and they’re instantly on the defensive once more.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Maybe we should prepare, just in case?” Goofy suggests, peeking around the bars of a large metal gate they’re passing by.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Yeah, good idea…” Sora nods, pulling out a large white takeout box taken from the bistro. He still doesn’t quite understand how they can eat as toys but he’s not up for questioning it right now - the more of a boost they can get the better, and he prepped as many gourmet meals as possible for their trip before they set out.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>He flips open the lid of the box to reveal three tiny plastic bowls filled with cold soup and hands them out to his friends as quickly as he can.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Still don’t know why you’re </span>
  <em>
    <span>supposed</span>
  </em>
  <span> to eat this stuff cold, but let’s go!” The others nod, accepting their bowls.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Sora goes to take a sip-</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Goofy screams out in a panic, and he looks up just in time to see his friend getting flung far off to the left as the gate swings open, and a stampede of gigantic shoes storm towards them.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“I think we’re near a school or something!” He hisses in Donald’s direction. “What do we do?!”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Stay still! We can’t let them see us moving, Buzz told me last time!”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Well, okay!”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Sora hastily dumps his bowl on the floor and lets himself fall limply to the ground. He cringes as several feet narrowly miss stepping on him, reminding him of the car.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Within seconds it’s over, and he lets out a sigh of relief. Just when he’s about to get to his feet however, a shadow looms over him.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Hey, what’s this?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>A loud voice booms above him, probably around his age. A giant hand reaches downwards-</span>
</p><p>
  <span>-And picks up the bowl of soup between two fingers.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Is this… A dip?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“No way!” Another voice. “It’s too fancy-looking, look closer. Almost looks like soup.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Soup? C’mon, don’t be stupid! It’s barely a spoonful’s worth!”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Look, there’s more of them here!” One teen picks up Donald’s bowl, before pointing at something Sora can’t see from where he is, but he can only assume is Goofy’s. “One of them’s all over the floor… Someone probably dropped them on the way out of class. Looks like they dropped their action figures, too.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Sora sucks in a breath, trying not to panic as the teens’ eyes gloss over him.</span>
</p><p>
  <em>
    <span>Please don’t pick me up.</span>
  </em>
</p><p>
  <span>The moment seems to pass, thankfully.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“But why tiny soup-”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Beats me. Reminds me of those videos where people make miniature pies and stuff for hamsters… I’ll link you to some, later.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>The teen drops the soup bowl and it clatters to the ground, narrowly missing Sora as its contents splatter on the tarmac. They head out of the gate and don’t look back.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“You watch some weird stuff…”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Silence falls again, and after another cautious wait, Sora quickly sits up and darts towards a bush.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Guys, this way!”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>His two friends hurry over to join him, matching relieved expressions on their faces.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“That was too close!” Donald wheezes.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“You’re telling me…” Sora looks around. “Man, I can’t believe they ruined our soup! Let’s just keep going and hope there’s still no heartless. Buzz and the others </span>
  <em>
    <span>have</span>
  </em>
  <span> to be somewhere, right?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Right!”</span>
</p><p>
  
</p><p>
  <span>The rest of the trip goes off without a hitch, and it’s several days later when Sora knocks on the door to Roxas’ house in twilight town. His Other opens the door with a sleepy expression, still rubbing his eyes with a yawn.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Sora, it’s seven in the morning… What’s the deal?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Ah, sorry!” He lets out a nervous laugh. “We just finished on our trip, I think Donald and Goofy went to catch up with Scrooge. I forgot how different time-zones are across worlds, and you can never tell with this place, haha…”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Roxas raises an eyebrow. “Want to come in so I can carry on napping? I think Isa’s up already, but that asshole made me get the door instead…”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Roxas has been living in Twilight Town ever since everyone came home after the graveyard, from what Sora can tell. With no parents of their own, Roxas and Xion had naturally moved in with the adult they knew and trusted the most - Lea, with Isa of course coming with them.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Sora knows things haven’t been easy for them regarding Isa in the past, but he guesses that they must’ve patched things up a little in the year he was gone. He’s glad - he doesn’t have the best memories of Saïx himself, but Isa doesn’t seem so bad.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Sora walks through the door as soon as Roxas steps back, making a beeline for the kitchen. Their place is fairly big in order to accommodate all four of them, but the kitchen is pretty easy to get to.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Mind telling me what’s going on?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“I need to use your kitchen.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Maybe he should ask first, but if he knows Roxas (which he does), he won’t mind much.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“...I’m too tired to even bother asking.” His nobody rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t miss the smile under the surface.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>He’s pretty sure that counts as permission when Roxas is concerned, immediately heading for the cupboards as the other leaves the room.</span>
</p><p>
  
</p><p>
  <span>“Sora, what’s going on?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>He lets out a delighted noise as he wheels around, dropping his spoon back into the pan as he greets the newcomer.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Oh hi, Xion! I’m making tiny food!”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Tiny… What?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Food!”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“I heard that, but what-”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“I’ll explain later. Is Roxas back up yet?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Xion glances at the clock. “He’s normally up by nine, maybe give him ten more minutes.” She walks towards the fridge, grabbing the milk and letting out a whistle. “For tiny food, you’ve sure used a lot of ingredients… Isa </span>
  <em>
    <span>will</span>
  </em>
  <span> kill you if you use too much.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Hey, I’ll put stuff back later!” He gestures wildly to the half-opened pack of tomatoes on the counter. “I only need a bit of everything, but this is </span>
  <em>
    <span>gourmet</span>
  </em>
  <span>.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“...Oh! Is that why it’s tiny?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Almost.” He grins. “I’m making something for Little Chef. I got the idea when visiting some of my friends last week, someone mentioned making mini food for their hamster!”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Xion giggles.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“I get it! So, you thought a rat might like tiny food, too?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“I guess?” He shrugs. “I sure hope he likes it… It’d be nice to show him how well I can cook by myself, too!”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“By yourself?” Xion steps back a bit, and Sora frowns.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“What’s wrong?” He takes a moment to think about it, before picking up the spoon and pointing to her. “Do you want to help?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“If you don’t mind…”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Of course you can help!”</span>
</p><p> </p><p>
  <span>It's another half hour before Roxas returns. He peers into the room with a frown as he spies his two friends peering over a chopping board together, as if it holds the secrets of the universe.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>He sneaks behind the two quietly, craning his neck to see what exactly they're up to.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Atop the chopping board is a pile of mushy tomato, seeds everywhere and juices dripping over the countertop.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>"You guys are cleaning that up."</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Both of them let out alarmed squawks as they turn to Roxas, eyes widening in surprise.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>"Roxas, you're up!"</span>
</p><p>
  <span>"Don't scare us like that, I'm holding a knife!"</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Xion makes a point of waving the knife in Roxas' face before setting it down and pushing Sora gently to the left with one hand. Keeping her feet firmly rooted on the ground, she leans right towards the sink, picking up a dry washcloth to wipe down the counter. She aims, tossing the cloth back into the sink and letting out a small cheer as it lands right where it's supposed to be.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Roxas rolls his eyes, but she doesn't miss the fond smile he's trying to hide.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>"So... You guys are destroying tomatoes."</span>
</p><p>
  <span>"Only because all of your knives are blunt!" Sora scoffs, picking up the cutting board and setting it by the sink. Roxas snatches the knife out of Xion's hands with little resistance, looking at the small plastic container of cherry tomatoes in front of them. He takes one from the box, chopping it in half with relative ease.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>"Maybe your chopping skills just need work, Sora." He elbows his Other lightly. Clearly, the extra couple hours of sleep have helped improve his mood. Maybe I should be the one working for Little Chef."</span>
</p><p>
  <span>"You're missing the art of it!" Sora grabs a saucepan from the stove-top, shoving it under Roxas' nose. It's cooled down, a reddish orange, and has a very strong tomato smell.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Tomato soup,” Sora says before Roxas can say anything. “Cold tomato soup, with watermelon and dill. It’s one starter we make at the bistro! It’s actually what I was eating when I got this idea, ha…”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>He sets the pan down, before gesturing to the cutting board. “Sometimes I like to dice a few tomatoes as a garnish on top with the dill, but it’s… Tricky to get them chopped small enough. If this is tiny food, we need extra small pieces of tomato, y’know?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“We need to get sharper knives or give up…” Xion groans, flopping onto a chair over at the kitchen table. “This is so hard! It’s been twenty minutes!”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“I’ll see what I can do, but… Sora, you’ve been here for two-and-a-half hours. Did it seriously take you that long to make soup?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Sora blows a loud raspberry.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Pfft, nah! I’ve not been cooking this </span>
  <em>
    <span>whole</span>
  </em>
  <span> time. I had to check what you had in the refrigerator, figure out what I could make with your ingredients, then try to remember the recipes.” He shrugs. “I settled on the soup and a caprese salad for now. They’re both starters, but I’m pretty sure they’ll work out!”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Roxas nods after a brief pause. “Okay. What’re you using? We were planning to all cook spaghetti together this evening, so you better not be using everything.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Sora dumps a notepad into Roxas’ hands, before sitting down with Xion. Roxas sighs as he reaches the bottom of the list, before pulling out his phone.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“As long as you leave some tomatoes behind and don’t use up all our herbs, I guess this is fine. You’re coming shopping with us later though…” He sits down with his friends, setting his phone on the table and spinning it towards them. “Please tell me you </span>
  <em>
    <span>didn’t</span>
  </em>
  <span> add black pepper to the soup already, though. I just checked, and it’s not safe for rats.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>A pause.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Two groans.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“You’re saying this </span>
  <em>
    <span>now</span>
  </em>
  <span>?” Sora gets to his feet, picking up the pan of soup and glaring at it as if it’s betrayed him. “But Little Chef tries dishes with pepper in them all the time!”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“He’ll probably be fine if there’s not much, but you really should look these things up.” He picks his phone back up again and starts tapping away. “I’m texting Axel to get his ass downstairs so he can go buy us more knives.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Why not just sharpen the ones you-”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“No knife sharpener.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“...Oh.” Sora nods. “That makes sense.”</span>
</p><p>
  
</p><p>
  <span>When Lea eventually makes his way downstairs, he insists they don’t need sharper knives and instead throws their remaining tomatoes into a food processor with a confident grin, to everyone else’s horror. Several mushy tomatoes and grouchy teenagers later, they’re dragging the man to the first tram that arrives and buying a knife sharpener, as per Sora’s suggestion.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“We could find some tiny dip bowls or something to put them in!” Xion suggests, dashing down another aisle. “This way!”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Don’t forget the spaghetti ingredients…” Roxas jabs Sora’s side, and he lets out a nervous laugh as he picks up a sprig of basil. “You’re paying.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>It’s not long before the four of them head back and finish up their cooking, a small box tightly packed with miniature food.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Me and Isa can start on the spaghetti while you kids give that to the rat, okay?” Lea suggests, already unloading the ingredients in the kitchen. Sora, Roxas and Xion turn to glare at him.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“So,” Sora says loudly. “We’re making Lea carry the stuff, right, guys?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>The other two nod, folding their arms seriously and trying not to burst into laughter. Lea flinches.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Hey! You guys have enough hands between you, carry it yourself!”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Nope! You still owe us for the tomatoes,” Roxas says, shoving the box into his hands.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“But-”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Let’s go!”</span>
</p><p>
  
</p><p>
  <span>It surprises Little Chef when the four of them burst into the bistro’s kitchen, Lea presenting the box to him with several sweeping hand gestures and Sora looking ready to burst with excitement. He seems to recover quickly, however - regarding each tiny bowl with an interested yet critical eye.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Sora watches as he picks up the bowl of cold soup and brings it to his mouth, nervously watching his reaction. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>A pause. A sip. Several bites of salad, reaction pending. Another pause.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>The rat turns to him and gives an approving thumbs-up, and Sora breathes out in relief.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Success!</span>
</p><p>
  
</p><p>
  <span>“Can’t wait to tell Donald and Goofy about this later…” Sora says later as they head away from the bistro, arms full of boxes he’s taking extra care not to drop.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Little Chef had dragged him by the hair over to the counter once he’d finished sampling his gifts, pushing him to pick up several boxes of desserts and insisting until he finally gave in and took them. The others definitely aren’t complaining at the free food, happy to have something to finish the day with.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Spaghetti first,” Lea warns him. “Isa texted me a few minutes ago to say he’s started on the sauce already, so he’ll kill us if there aren't empty plates tonight. We better get back before he finishes so we can help…” He sticks out his tongue. “I think you guys should do it all, though. I need a break.”</span>
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  <span>Roxas and Xion are immediately shoving him again, and Sora bursts into laughter.</span>
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  <span>He really needs to spend more time in twilight town - he wouldn’t change today for the world.</span>
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  </div><div class="fff_chapter_notes fff_foot_notes"><b>Author's Note:</b><blockquote class="userstuff"><p>I really liked writing these dynamics for Sora, it was fun 😭<br/>I'm over on twitter at <a href="https://mobile.twitter.com/acerikus">@acerikus</a> if anyone wants to talk! Got a few more of these prompts to finish this month, so here's hoping I can get through them!</p></blockquote></div></div>
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